My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 558

Andrew Lane said nothing, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Cynthia shot Alex White a look of pure annoyance. “Seriously, Alex White? Don’t tell me you’re expecting me to drag you home again?”

Alex just covered his eyes with his hand, staying silent.

She nudged him with her foot, impatient.

Still, no response.

Rolling her eyes, Cynthia huffed. “I’m going to the bathroom. Try not to pass out while I’m gone.”

She headed for the restroom on that floor, only to find every stall occupied. After waiting—impatiently, of course—with no sign of anyone coming out, she gave up and went downstairs.

The moment she reached the bottom of the stairs, someone rushed past and nearly collided with her.

Cynthia jerked backward, barely managing to avoid being knocked over.

She bit her tongue, just barely restraining herself from cursing out loud.

Annoyed, she turned to see who it was.

A woman had collapsed onto the floor, sitting in a heap and bracing herself with one hand, her breathing ragged and quick.

This time, Cynthia got a good look—she recognized this woman immediately. It was the same person who’d been blocked at the stairwell earlier.

Cynthia’s brows knitted together as she walked over for a closer look.

The woman had her head down, hair a messy curtain hiding her face.

Cynthia crouched, peering closer, and suddenly her expression darkened, her frown deepening.

She knew this woman.

She would recognize her anywhere—even if she’d been reduced to ashes.

It was Emily Blair—Tristan Davis’s current girlfriend.

No doubt about it. That face was unforgettable.

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